The center of the energy storm.
Destruction Sword Realm trembled violently as countless strands of Sword Qi were annihilated, only to be generated again and again.
Yang Dingtian's face was slightly pale, and a trace of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
To withstand the full-force attacks of eight Divine Sect experts at once—including three at the mid stage—was no easy feat for him.
But in the end, he had blocked them.
The eight seemingly indestructible attacks were relentlessly ground away beneath the slaughter of Destruction Sword Realm. Their energy was constantly worn down until it ultimately vanished into nothing.
As the smoke and dust cleared, Yang Dingtian stood with his sword in hand, his figure still straight as a pine.
Though he had suffered some minor injuries, his battle intent had only burned more fiercely.
By contrast, Sun Hong and the other seven had all turned pale.
Several of the weaker Early Divine Sect experts even spat out mouthfuls of blood!
Their full-powered attack had actually been blocked? Worse, they had been injured by the force of the rebound!
Unbelievable. Absurd. Just what kind of monster was this Yang Dingtian?
"How... could this be..." Old Ancestor Zhao Chen was utterly distraught, and the wound on his severed arm seemed to throb even more painfully.
"His defenses... how can they be this strong?" The Old Woman of the Sky Lan Tribe's voice was hoarse.
"What martial art or divine ability was that? It actually blocked the combined attack of the eight of us?" The Divine Sect old ancestors of the Four Great Families were filled with shock and uncertainty.
Sun Hong's heart sank completely.
He knew that killing Yang Dingtian today would probably be difficult.
It was even questionable whether the eight of them could retreat unscathed.
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